On Sunday I caught the final performance of Macbeth at Park Avenue Armory. I’m happy to say that the show was outstanding, and it was the ideal setting for Kenneth Branagh. Lots of reviews referred to the production as “immersive,” which of course it wasn’t really, but the set really was remarkable and almost impossibly vast. I liked the addition of a literal blasted heath. The tickets weren’t cheap, but I’m glad I got decent seats - near enough to see everything quite well, but high enough to be out of the mud splatter zone.
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GHOST: have you killed Claudius yet
HAMLET: no
GHOST: why
HAMLET: fuck you is why
im going to the cemetery to touch skulls
Dirtbag Shakespeare is killing me.
I’ve been thinking about this production again the past few days, maybe because it’s getting warm again and I’m remembering the highlights of last summer. Sometimes I think I don’t ever need to see or read Macbeth again, but then I remember things like this and realize I always have room in my life for more (good) Macbeth.
Bumblebee Cabbagepatch was a pretty solid Hamlet, but this show committed a bit more textual fuckery than I am comfortable with for reasons that were not at all clear. I have nothing against wacky adaptations of Shakespeare, but if what you’re doing is not in fact intended as anything in that vein, then I don’t know. I mean, Hamlet is a pretty good play as written, yeah? Yeah.
On Sunday I caught the final performance of Macbeth at Park Avenue Armory. I’m happy to say that the show was outstanding, and it was the ideal setting for Kenneth Branagh. Lots of reviews referred to the production as “immersive,” which of course it wasn’t really, but the set really was remarkable and almost impossibly vast. I liked the addition of a literal blasted heath. The tickets weren’t cheap, but I’m glad I got decent seats - near enough to see everything quite well, but high enough to be out of the mud splatter zone.
I don’t have a ton of photos from the 5th Annual Miss Twin Peaks Pageant at Joe’s Pub, but I do have 40 seconds of video of @schaffer-the-darklord shouting inexplicably into Lynchian crotches. Please enjoy.
Alan Cumming is doing a one-man production of Macbeth, set in a mental hospital. It’s coming to Lincoln Center in July and I’m pretty goddamn excited. I strongly encourage you to watch the trailer and then get excited with me.
“We both wanted to do it properly in the way we really wanted to do it. It’s the perfect show for NTS – it’s traditional and radical and experimental. It’s nuts, what we’re doing. Nuts!”
In the meantime, Cumming has immersed himself in the voices of Macbeth by not only doing an audiobook of the play but also recording Macbeth: A Novel by David Hewson and A J Hartley. Then, last autumn, the immersive theatremakers Punchdrunk asked him to guest for two performances in Sleep No More, their reworking of Macbeth.
“So all roads were leading to Macbeth,” he says. But a Macbeth in which actor and directors, to a greater extent than usual, make it all up as they go along. This, for Cumming, is the visceral thrill.
A pair of new posters for Macbeth.
All hail, indeed.
Last night was pretty much a perfect New York evening, the kind that makes me happier than I can say with my life as it is right now. And I don’t think there’s a better way to spend the evening of the 4th than at a picnic on the roof of the McKittrick, watching fireworks with friends & fellow drunks.